My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Professor, do you know who is in here?"

Mag made a little effort, and the coffin board slowly slid away to the side, and the smell of dusty years filled out, full of the heaviness of history.

"You already have the answer yourself, don't you?"

Professor Binns held up the pocket watch that fell from the back of the coffin board. After a thousand years, the fixed mainspring finally started to rotate again. This pocket watch was specially made for him. Almost instantly, Professor Binns understood everything.

"Grab my hand," he stretched out his hand to Mag, "We are about to embark on a special trip!"

...

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Haierbo's last voice was frozen in the air bubbles in a piece of steel, and failed to float to the shore.

But maybe the question Tom once asked him and was relayed by Nelson has left a deep mark in his heart. Now, does he still remember why he took this path in the first place?

The blurry illusion completely overlaps with the present world, and the mist of confusion pervades the world, taking away the memory of every contact person at this moment.

And Haierbo's mysterious soul finally emerged at this moment.

His broken soul is like a badly burned baby, curled up in the swaddle of black mist, extremely fragile.

As Nelson designed, he launched the Jedi counterattack ritual in the anxiety of deceit, and was cornered at the end of the ritual, and the ritual was interrupted at the last moment. The candidate is no longer an ignorant and ignorant soul. In just a few days with Tom, Kent Tanka has been brutally molded into an independent and complete person, as the "culprit" who caused all this , Tom also has the power to compete for this power. He asked Kent Tanka to carve her appearance on his own mold, and quietly put himself in her position in this ceremony .

Haierbo's soul, which had already been split into several pieces by killing and making Horcruxes, could not defeat Tom in this confrontation with the source of the soul. In order to obtain this power that he coveted all his life, he must complete his soul , But in that case, the Horcrux he made completely lost its effectiveness, and he fell into the trap laid by Nelson in his entirety, which gave Nelson the opportunity to completely destroy himself.

But if he allows his soul to split and rely on the Horcrux to maintain his own existence, he will also completely lose the capital to fight against the scheming Nelson.

Even though he firmly believes that after he has completely mastered death, no one in this world will be his opponent, but the Nelson in the canyon left a deep impression on him. At the critical point of the decision, he had hesitated.

After mastering death, can I really defeat Hermes? How about taking a long-term view? Relying on endless life, I have countless chances to defeat him, why should I fight with my back here?

As Tom said, Haierbo's inferiority complex is engraved in his bones, no matter how decisive and fierce he was before, but at this moment, facing the real fear of death, his human weakness is infinitely magnified.

"It's so pitiful, Haierbo," Nelson looked down at the powerless baby, "is this the power of death you are after? Then why are you afraid of it?"

The baby raised its arms and let out a loud piercing cry. The black in the misty illusion was still expanding outwards, but it stopped on the beach not far behind Nelson.

Hearing the baby's cry, Nelson instinctively bent down to pick it up. His fingers were almost as thick as the baby's arm. As soon as he got close, the baby grabbed his index finger and let out a real childlike cry. "Giggle" laughter.

At the last moment, he froze when he picked up the baby, straightened his waist, turned around, and looked at McGonagall and Professor Binns gently with dark eyes.

"Professor, Minerva, you go back first." Nelson met the eyes of the two professors, shook his head, and said softly, "You don't belong here."

"Do you belong here?"

Anger appeared on Mag's face. She could see that Nelson wanted to stay, and she was dissatisfied with the decision Nelson made. In her opinion, this was the stupidest plan made by the most arrogant person in the world. Relying on two people to travel through time and space to fight against the most evil wizard in history, why don't you belong to this era, it is as stupid and ridiculous as a pretentious first grader who has learned the levitation spell and singled out the troll.

"I must take you back!"

She tightly held the time-turner that Professor Binns gave her in one hand, and the wand in the other. She took a step forward, trying to grab Nelson's wrist, but at this moment, the tactile sensation of the thing in her hand changed.

Mag lowered his head, his hands were empty, and the Time Converter was already in Nelson's hands. He smiled and tightened the winding, and it returned to her hands before Mag could react.

"you--"

Mag's eyes widened and she exclaimed. She wanted to throw away the wind-up Time Converter, but in the next second, an irresistible attraction came from her hand. It was crazily devouring her magic power, almost Turning her into a powerless Muggle in an instant, McGonagall yelled, her eyes filled with tears, but her voice could no longer reach Nelson's ears.

The magic of the time converter has been activated, her voice and everything are isolated in her own time, unable to interact with the outside world, but her magic power is not enough to support the return journey of this trip, and then, the cold palm rests on With her fingertips, McGonagall turned her head and saw Professor Binns smiling at her.

"Minerva, remember this great journey."

Professor Binns blinked at her, his cloudy old eyes were full of relief, and his translucent eyeballs were as bright as crystals. He held McGonagall's hand and used her hand to wave her wand.

"Call God... guard!"

Silver steam surged out from the tip of the wand, and with the trembling of the wand, Mag felt the magical power that shocked her.

("The Patronus Charm requires the caster to recall the happiest time in his life. For me, the happiest time is to uncover the secrets of history, but right now there is a biggest secret in front of me. It has become A thorn in my heart, until it is resolved, I will never be truly happy.")

The story told by Professor Binns came to her ears. Why did a ghost summon the Patronus?

"Sorry, Minerva, the magic power I have accumulated for thousands of years is just enough for this one-way ticket," Professor Binns whispered with a smile in her ear, "The only thing I can do is send you back."

As Professor Binns said, as a ghost, his methods of accumulating magic power are scarce and inefficient, and this journey has exhausted his savings. Where can a ghost save a return ticket?

The Patronus Charm is a rather unique kind of magic, it doesn't need a lot of magic power, but it needs an absolutely strong heart, some talented people can use it at a very young age, their magic power is not enough To maintain the patron saint, as a substitute, what is consumed is something that is more closely related to the patron saint.

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face, the mighty lion roared beside her, and its silver mane brushed her cheeks. For the first time, Mag felt such a hot and warm soul, Binns Isn't the professor a brave and adventurous person?

The figure of Professor Phantom slowly faded away from her side, and she could barely feel the cold temperature of his fingertips. Mag broke down in tears, watching the trembling hands of the pocket watch come to zero at the last moment.

And Professor Binns' hand has been loosened.

"Sorry, little girl, this journey is equally difficult and important." Professor Binns' figure has faded to the point where he is indistinguishable from the surrounding environment, leaving only a vague outline. "I forced you to accompany me on this journey." One way, the way back, you have to go by yourself."

"No--"

McGonagall stretched out her arms forward in despair, but Professor Binns, who had left the Time Converter, was already in two worlds with her.

The stars move, the sea changes.

McGonagall only felt that he was sitting on the train to Hogwarts for the first time, and the strange scenery outside the window flashed like slides one by one.

...

"professor."

After Mag left, Nelson looked at Binns who was about to disappear, his black eyes filled with sadness.

His fingertips were held by the baby to produce cyan and black marks, which were spreading and turned into twisting snakes. The mist of confusion and the black in the illusion were originally one. Nelson finally understood that Haierbo did not start with black. The identity of the magic creator fills himself as the core of black magic into the illusion. Black and white are already there, and they coexist with human beings as the insoluble evil in human nature. The medium is written in the process of black magic spells.

And Nelson, who seems to have great restraint on Haierbo by nature, can't resist this kind of thing that is of the same origin and exists in his heart. He can't resist this instinctive call, so that when Haierbo stretched out his hand, he also It reached out to him, and he didn't even realize the danger until he struggled to wake up.

Because Haierbo's hand was originally a gift, Nelson gained an unplanned power, but correspondingly, he paid an unplanned price.

His black eyes swept across Professor Binns' disintegrated body, like the eyes of a god, those things that were originally separated by the mist became finely detailed.

"Professor, the magic power you have accumulated should be able to return."

"Yes," Professor Binns spread his hands with a smile, "but plans can't keep up with changes, can they?"

"..."

"You will leave the Time Turner behind, and you will also leave behind the counter-spell that prevented the black magic eruption just now, but it did not erupt at all," Professor Binns' figure was still too thin to be seen clearly, but his voice But it was still loud, "Because Haierbo didn't follow your plan, or follow the history you should have experienced, and chose to use the power he grabbed from the illusion to die with you at the end."

"You...you can see more comprehensively than me."

"Because you are history, and I am a latecomer on the sidelines," Professor Binns clapped his hands and laughed, "I am fully prepared, ready to be a hero, and then triumphantly with you, but unfortunately, Haierbo seems to have made He made a decision that was completely contrary to history. He distributed his power to you. The explosion of magic power did not happen. Instead, the blurred illusion accelerated the integration with the present world. He threw the problem to you to wait for two thousand years later. , there is no longer a world of you and Mr. Riddle."

"So that's it, I'm a fan of the authorities."

"When you change history, you have become a participant in history, which means that your story can also be rewritten." Professor Binns lowered his head, and took out one with less than four cents left from his body. One of the wine bottles, "Thank you for fulfilling my wish, and thank you for helping me to go to death frankly. I have noticed the ever-changing content in the history books you left behind, and I have also discovered the difficulties you will encounter, so I I didn't intend to go back, and I didn't want to spend the two thousand years I've known for a long time, so it's okay to bring half a bottle of wine, right?"

"thank you."

Nelson lowered his head and stared at the wine bottle that fell on the ground. The last soul of Professor Binns had also been exhausted. The mighty lion nodded at Nelson, and it turned into an astonishingly complex memory and disappeared into the mist .

"Stay here..."

The baby's voice was mixed with cries and laughter.

"Yes, I am willing to be humble, willing to be humble, willing to be weak, and willing to be spurned. To you, I am the mean Haierbo. I will beg for mercy and call you master. I don't mind you calling me mean I am proud of it, it is the proof that I am alive, those who claim to be noble are dead, what is the meaning of the character of the dead?"

"But you're going to die too."

"Yeah...I'm going to die," Haierbo smiled, "but those who oppose me are also dead, and so are you."

"Stay here, stay here, and watch yourself be quickly forgotten by those who are saved, watch them settle for mediocrity in their peaceful lives, watch them quarrel in their never-ending desires, people starve, They don’t think about planting food, people are cold, they don’t think about weaving clothes, they reach out to their neighbors, their relatives and friends, their lovers, they take away other people’s food and steal other people’s clothes,” Haierbo’s disabled Hun laughed loudly, "Their abilities are not worthy of their desires, I will give them strength, and you can just walk away, but at that time, how would you face a world that even you can't understand two thousand years later?" Woolen cloth?"

"You are hopeless, Hai Erbo."

Nelson narrowed his eyes. He had dealt with Hai Erbo for many years. He thought he was more familiar with this despicable black wizard than most people in the world. Nelson had spoken countless times He was defeated in the confrontation, but this time, he was surprised to find that he couldn't think of any truthful words to refute him in the first place.

"Really? You too."

Nelson shook his head, raised his wand, and the giant's iron fist fell from the sky.

"Die."

The black engulfed the last blue of the sea in his eyes. This gift was Haierbo's last counterattack, and he couldn't resist it.